I'm Not Sad

Yeah, yeah I'm not sad, you must be sad Why? Who told you I was I'm depressed I mean really I'm as sad as you can get (Yeah) But I will try to do my best and I will flex Check my fit, it's called 'A Lack of Self-Respect' Now listen to me rap so you can tell me you're impressed (Do it) I don't care Well, actually I do, I'm very sensitive to criticism But you don't need to be concerned I don't need a wake-up call, Because my phone is always off, do not disturb Ayy, sometimes I feel like I just don't know what to say Yeah, sometimes I feel like I just need to walk away Then sometimes I feel like I'm the greatest in the world (Yeah) Maybe some column B and maybe some from column A Look, I lost some weight but then I found it all again (There it is) Ooh, I got that sauce, that bolognese and hollandaise Sneaking back to the fridge at night, I feel like Solid Snake Eating over the sink, 'cause I don't wanna wash a plate Nah, I'm doing well (Yeah) And I am still alive as far as you can tell And I been eating healthy now, I made a change (I promise) And I put that on everything like mayonnaise (I do) I used to wake and bake and hit the Gatorade But now I wake and bake and make a tray of lovely angel cakes (Delicious) I go to bed early, but I lay awake Anxiety be hittin' like some 808s I should'a gone to uni, why are my teeth so crooked? I can't finish an album, I wonder what I'm good at? I wish I had a jet ski, where the fuck would I put it? My cat does not respect me, really why the fuck would it? If life had come with the booklet, I wouldn't have understood it I think my brain was baked for too long, And I overcooked it (Ah, damn) I think I hit the nail on the thumb; I am dumb And my cat was right about me all along (Yeah) I'm not sad, you must be sad Why? Who told you I was (Tell me) Well, tell them I'm doing fine Now please leave before I cry (I'm not actually crying) Just a second (Hold up) Let me take some time, that shit's depressing (Hold up) I thank you all for being so receptive (I do) Yeah, usually, I try to just deflect it (I'm fine, how are you?) Ooh, it's getting heavy round here, huh? Ayy, let's get some bevies round here, huh? ([?]) (Ayy) Ayy, let's do some hard drugs round here, huh? (Ayy) Yeah, let's give each other hugs round here, huh? Fuck it, let's recommend each other therapists (Who you got?) Woo, come on, that shit would be hilarious Let's break some barriers, Now could I keep my jet ski in your storage shed? Asking for a friend, let's play some Portishead (Woo) Yeah, it's all about the bags, bags, bags, that shit's new to me Everybody got Gucci this and Prada that, or Louis V Spending thousands of dollars on a bag is pure lunacy But I will spend a-hundred dollars on the bag from Uber Eats No wonder I've been sad, sad, sad, what did I do this week? I sat around my house all day and beat my dick like UFC I been writing this album for so long that it's a eulogy I feel like I should prolly go and change my name to 'Who Was He?' Oh, him He was the, uh Please leave a message at the beep, 'cause you ain't gettin' through to me He was "The Breakfast Song" man With the... with the strong quads Hmm